Chapter 11
Chapter eleven
Emily
“Yes, please,” I whisper. And Jack’s mouth is on mine.
The kiss starts slowly as if teasing, trying to get a feel of each other. His lips are soft and plump. The pressure of his hands on my hips doesn’t let up at all, if anything it increases as he squeezes.
I open my mouth for his tongue to enter and at the first pass of it against mine it is like a wild animal is released from Jack.
He backs me up against the pool table and I am trapped between the hard wood at the back of my thighs and his hard strength at my front.
He pulls me in even tighter, and I can feel his erection pushing against his jeans.
My God, if that’s how big it feels enclosed, I can’t wait to see it out of his pants.
He strokes his hands around my hips to cup my backside and I can’t help the small whimper that comes out of me.
He groans in the back of his throat, either at the sound I’ve just made or the two fists full of my arse he’s so keenly keeping hold of.
He tastes like peppermint. Like he has been secretly chewing gum all evening just in case he got this chance.
And hell, do I like the thought of him prepping to kiss me.
I meet each stroke of his tongue with my own.
Fuck, he’s a good kisser. Strong and dominant but also waiting for my cues before doing something that I might not be comfortable with.
If this kiss is anything to go by, he will be incredible in bed.
There is no point lying to myself anymore, not during a kiss this good. I want to fuck him.
Yes, I may have used the oldest trick in the book to get him to get up close to me whilst we were playing pool but hey, it worked.
The more I’ve got to know him this evening, the more I’ve thought, why not? He is nice and respectful, he’s unbelievably hot and now this kiss! I don’t think I could find a better rebound.
I pull back slightly to tell him to take me home.
My arms are wrapped around his neck, one hand has made it to the back of his head to tangle with the short soft strands there.
I stare at his chest and watch it rise and fall fast, matching my own as our shallow breaths tangle together.
Neither of us are able to catch our breath.
His lips are swollen and wet and I want to take them with mine again.
The way he is looking at me sends a shiver down my spine.
The desperation in his eyes. He looks like he wants to devour me right here on this pool table, and boy, do I want him to.
“HEY!” We both jump and turn towards the shout. “Where the hell do you get off videoing people kissing, are you some kind of pervert!?” The landlady is pointing at the couple who were on the pool table before us. The girl is fumbling with her phone as if to try and hide what she has been doing.
I gasp and turn away, shielding my face with my hands. No, no, no! How could we have been so fucking careless. Of course, people are going to recognise a 6-foot-4, tattooed God with bright orange hair! I shake my head in my hands. Idiot.
Jack still has hold of my bum, but when he sees my dismay, he drops me as if I’m on fire. He walks towards the couple and holds out his hand, “Give me your phone.” His voice is low and commanding.
“I’ve already deleted it, I promise!” I hear the girl’s panicked voice.
God, she can’t be older than nineteen, there’s no way she’d understand the ramifications.
She probably would have just posted it to her social media like ‘look who I saw getting off with some girl in the pub’ and all her friends will have had a laugh about it, cooing about how hot Jack is.
Then a tabloid that’s following anything with Jack’s name on it would find the video and I’d be all over the gossip columns before we even get home.
“Okay, I believe you, but can I just check?” Jack replies with a lot less bite than his previous demand.
The girl unlocks her phone and hands it to him, whatever he sees must pass his inspection because he thanks her and offers her and her boyfriend a picture without me in it.
They happily take one and leave the pub with big grins on their faces whispering about how cool Jack Cartwright is.
Jack makes his way back over to me where I have settled myself back at our original table, abandoning our pool game.
“Sorry about that,” he sighs and slides into his seat across from me.
His gaze roams up and down my body, finishing at my face, trying to get a read on how I’m feeling about the situation.
My reply is supposed to be carefree and un-bothered, but my, “It’s not your fault,” is much flatter than I wanted.
I smile to try and reassure him, but I know it doesn’t really reach my eyes.
It’s not his fault at all, if anything, it’s mine.
I wanted to take his cap off so I could see him properly and if anyone ever suspects they have seen him, the hair is a dead giveaway.
I know how famous he is, and I knew we weren’t completely alone here; I just got caught up in the moment and let myself get carried away. He is an incredible kisser though, so who can blame me?
We were having such a good night and this has thrown me off kilter a bit. I’m just not used to any kind of attention, let alone being filmed whilst having a hot and heavy make out session. That’s just weird.
Fuck, it was hot, and I was about to tell him to take me home and fuck me until the sun came up. What was I thinking? Please officer, I was tricked by his cheeky smile and kind eyes.
A rebound with Jack would be a cool story to tell my friends one day… And it’s not like he wouldn’t know what he was doing. The way he gripped my hips tells me everything I need to know about how he would grip me when he was inside me.
I sigh. Whatever I decide, staying here, in this pub, feels wrong now. “Take me home?” I ask Jack, still unsure if I want him to leave me there or to come inside with me.
***
Jack
Fuck, how did that end up so bad?
I’m driving Emily home, and she won’t even look at me. She has her body turned towards the door, her chin resting on her hand as she stares out the window. I have tried making conversation with her, but her answers are short, as if she is somewhere else in her thoughts.
Does she regret kissing me? I thought it was her idea—she’d used the frigging oldest trick in the book having me bend over her on the table.
God the thought of her ass in those jeans pressed against my cock is making me hard again.
Then actually being blessed with a handful of it, well two handfuls actually.
Fuck, her arse is perfect, just the right amount of solid and squishy that makes me know she goes to the gym to keep it perky but that it’ll also wobble in the best way when she’s bouncing on top of me.
Okay, there’s no more making me hard. The tent is officially erected.
God, should I even be thinking like this?
She clearly didn’t enjoy it. Unless it’s the fact that she was seen with me that is the reason she is being so quiet.
Fuck it. We’re adults. I’m asking.
“Was it not good?” I blurt. This seems to startle her out of her stupor and she turns to face me.
I can see her cheeks going pink in the light from the dashboard and the hint of a smile grazes her lips before it’s gone.
If we weren’t stopped at traffic lights so I could look at her I would have missed it.
“No,” she says quietly.
“What!?” I almost shout, my eyebrows disappear into my hairline. I’ve never had anyone complain before.
“HA!” Emily barks and it’s nice to hear her laugh. But shit, did she think the kiss was bad?
“So, it was bad?” I ask. Kind of but hurt that she would actually laugh at me. She sighs and turns her full attention to me before saying, “No Jack, it wasn’t good. It was fucking mind blowing.” She slumps back in her chair with a sigh.
“Oh,” I say, a little smug. “And mind blowing is bad?” I ask.
She gives me an incredulous look. “No, that’s not what’s bad. It’s just…” She sighs again, giving up on what she was about to say.
“Just…” I prompt. I want to know.
“Never mind,” she shakes her head and faces the window again folding her arms across her chest.
I don’t bring it up again until we pull up on her drive and I turn the car off. I want to be able to look at her face to judge her reactions whilst we talk. I release my seatbelt and turn to face her fully. “So, tell me why ‘mind blowing’ is bad…” I prompt.
Her eyes meet mine and flare, she takes a quick inhale of breath, caught off guard by my question. If she thinks I’m letting her go with things unresolved she really doesn’t know me. She lets out a small huff and asks, “Honestly?”
“I’ve been nothing but honest with you, Em, I’d appreciate the same back.”
“That’s fair,” she states, now unable to meet my eyes, a flush starting to work its way up her neck. Oh, so she’s embarrassed at what she’s about to say.
I lift her chin with my thumb and forefinger forcing her to meet my eyes. “Just tell me,” I whisper. “Please.”
“It’s bad because it made me want to fuck you.”
Oh. That's not what I was expecting.
Her pulse quickens in her neck under my fingers, that blush getting stronger on her cheeks. I don’t drop the eye contact as I lean in closer, our noses millimetres apart. I decide to push. “And do you still want to fuck me?” I ask, my voice dropping an octave.
“Yes,” she whispers almost too quietly for me to hear, a mere pass of breath through her lips.
But that breath is enough for me to know that if I was to kiss her again, right now, we’d do just that.
She would lead me into her house, I would take her upstairs, and I would bury myself inside her for the rest of the night.
I really fucking want to, I want to know what she tastes like, I want to feel that pussy tight and wet around my cock and I’m desperate to know what noises she makes when she comes.
“Tell me why that’s bad, Em.” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own anymore, I’m wound up so tight.
She heaves a sigh. “It is bad because I would be using you as a rebound, to get over my ex and I don’t think anyone deserves that,” she admits, guilt plastering her face.
I almost lose it and tell her to use me.
Use me for tonight let me help you get that cunt out of your head, let me make you feel better.
But I think she is trying to tell me that if I have her tonight, if she uses me for that, it will be the only time I get her, I won’t see her again.
And I know that once I’ve had her I am going to want so much more than one night.
So, I let go of her chin and drop my hand to her thigh.
I stay in her space, letting her feel the heat from my body, like I can feel hers.
Our lips are almost touching; I can feel her panting breaths over my lips.
Her deep emerald eyes are glazed with lust. I slowly graze my hand up her thigh and ask, “Do you have a vibrator, Emily?” She pulls back slightly to study my face as if unsure if she heard me right.
I just lift a brow and wait for her to answer.
Her eyes switch between watching my hand advance on her thigh and my face. When she accepts that I’m serious she answers on an exhale, “I have a few.”
“Hmmmm,” I groan in the back of my throat at the thought of her using them. “Do you have a favourite?” I ask, and she hums in assent.
Her attention is now firmly fixed on my hand as it slowly inches closer to the apex of her thighs.
I go slowly, giving her the time to stop me.
Her bottom lip is in her mouth again and she chews it whilst she watches my hand.
I can’t take my eyes off her face, I know the hunger I see there is reflected on my own.
She gasps when my thumb grazes over her warm pussy and I add a slight pressure there.
Her jeans are damp under my thumb and I can only imagine how wet she is for it to have seeped all the way through her jeans.
I lean into her ear, and make little circles with my thumb, “I want you to use that tonight, and think about him. I want you to use it as many times as you need to get him out of your system. Because, when I fuck you. It will be me on your mind, no one else.” I lean back to look in her eyes, which are now blazing, “Do you understand?”
She nods and as I pull back out of her space, she lets out a small whimper at the loss of contact.
She is a vision of perfection. Her face is flushed, her nipples are hard and showing under her top, rubbing against the material as she pants.
She bites her lip as her gaze travels down my body, and I know she can see how solid my dick is for her in my pants.
Her eyes flare as I grip myself through my jeans and say, “Just waiting for you now, baby.”
She doesn’t say a word as she grabs her bag from the footwell and exits the car.
I am up most of the night, fist pumping around my cock as I make myself come more times than I can count.
Just the thought of her with my name on her lips whilst she takes those toys deeply and comes around them has me hard as a rock again.
I can’t stop thinking about her nipples against her top and the gasp she made when I rubbed my thumb between her legs.
And I know she’s not thinking about anyone but me.